Chapter 34
Dark Battle Angel: Chaos Sonata.
'Everything draws power from energy. If I could see how he channels his energy flow, I could find weak spots and disrupt the circulation of his mystic art.
With this thought taking root, Lu Xie Tong immediately retreated, creating distance between them.
Prismatic Third Eye
She activated the Prismatic Third Eye which had been slumbering in her glabella.
This was an artifact she had received from clearing the eleventh floor of the Sky Reaching Pagoda.
It's basic ability was to perceive energy flow—but that was only its most basic function.
The jewel—a glimmering, translucent, diamond-shaped eye—slowly revealed itself like a vertical slit on her glabella. Faint and subtle, it was easy to miss at first glance.
Its hue shifted into molten gold as she activated it, in stark contrast to its initial amethyst purple. It resembled a small golden jewel she had adorned on her forehead.
Lu Xie Tong's Qi surged into the Prismatic eye.
Yan Feitian's eyes widened. He had clearly seen it—a jewel-like eye manifesting on her forehead. A foreboding feeling settled in.
With its activation, her overall strength didn't increase drastically. But her attack pattern changed.
She could now see the weakest points in his energy flow—and her every move exploited them ruthlessly.
Slowly but surely, he was being beaten back as his mystic art showed signs of failing from her constant bombardment.
"What the hell…?" Feitian muttered, staggering.
Xie Tong was equally surprised. She had only opened a fraction of the Prismatic Eye—barely integrating it into her vision—yet she could clearly track the flow of Feitian's Qi.
In the audience, members of the Yin-Yang Dynasty began to cheer. The tide had shifted in their favor.
Yan Feitian broke away from their clash, frustration evident in his movement.
Victory felt close. And yet—no one knew how she had pulled this off.
The Prismatic Eye, now no larger than a longan seed, was far too subtle to be seen from the viewing platforms.
Feitian gritted his teeth.
She could see through him and the prime suspect was the weird golden jewel on her glabella. He had no choice now.
He had to go all out.
"You're really weird," he said coldly.
Xie Tong blinked but didn't respond.
"You should consider yourself lucky," he added. "You've forced me to this extent."
His aura shifted. It became colder. More violent.
"Dreamscape – Chaos Sonata!"
Feitian raised his azure, mist-wreathed sword vertically before spearing it into the ground. With this the azure Qi became purgatorial bloody, as though a entity had suddenly doused the azure Qi with blood.
Meanwhile, Feitian's sword began to hum in the dept of the thickening bloody Qi that surged forth. Then it floated skyward engulfing Feitian along–he too became airborne.
The blade drank in all the blood that was flowing from his wounds as well as even the ones dripped onto the arena floor.
A dark chant echoed through the arena from the blood Qi and everyone could hear it.
"A lonely dream, ten thousand nightmares."
"Your fears of the past, destroys the he present, devours the future."
"The karmic echo of war wails beneath my feet."
"I am chaos. Its bloody incarnate."
"...."
"...."
Lu Xie Tong's brow twitched as she listened to this disconcerting mantra.
The audience collectively trembled. That mantra—it was like a battlecry from the underworld.
And Lu Xie Tong… she was its target.
"When did the Yan Clan get their hands on such a powerful mystic art?" someone whispered.
But whispers spread like wildfire.
A horrific premonition gripped Lu Xie Tong.
Through the Prismatic Eye, she saw it clearly—a cataclysmic amount of Qi converging at within it's bloodiness. It felt like an entity was about descending into the mortal world.
And then—it happened.
The blood sword suddenly exploded into a crimson mist that spread to several tens of meters in radius.
…only to reassemble into a *monstrous silhouette.
It was enormous—tens of meters tall—with a thousand ghostly arms, each wielding a different weapon. The figure was hazy, flickering in and out of reality, like a nightmare made manifest. Its aura was soaked in blood.
Feitian hovered at its core.
His veins bulged. The technique was taking a heavy toll.
"A False Idol!!"
The arena exploded into chaos—even Yan Youmei was visibly shaken.
Spectators rose to their feet in disbelief.
"What the hell is going on?! Did the laws of creation suddenly flip on their head today?"
"It must have taken the wrong medicine." someone responded equally bewildered.
"Why are these two freaks bending reality?"
"I know right! Even the top geniuses can't explain this madness!"
"But... the manifestation of a False Idol is only possible after the Special Acts stage!" someone yelled.
"He's only at the True Qi stage, for heaven's sake!"
"It's a bit fuzzy though… It looks forced," one observer added. "Still… it's a False Idol nonetheless."
"Huh? What's a False Idol?" a curious spectator asked nearby genuinely perplexed.
His neighbor perked up immediately, eager to show off.
"Heh. You must be a countryside bumpkin, right? Lucky for you, your Big Brother here is enlightened!"
He cleared his throat and began the art of explanation:
"Normally, after one cultivates past the Special Acts stage, they can begin nurturing the Qi within their dantian into an energy avatar. When this avatar manifests physically, it's called an Idol.
The clarity of the Idol determines its level. The foggier it is, the lower the quality.
A False Idol is the weakest—a pseudo-form to attaining a Dharma Idol. That brat from the Yan Clan—his is foggy and unstable."
He paused dramatically, waving his hand.
"Above a False Idol is the *Dharma Idol*—clearer and stronger. Then comes the *Divine Idol*, and at the very peak… the *Celestial Idol*."
But when he turned back proudly, he found the person he was explaining to was already chatting with a pretty missy on the other side.
He deflated.
Meanwhile, others who had overheard him began murmuring:
"Ahhh… so that's why his idol is so foggy…"
"It really is a False one…"
"But… what's beyond a Celestial Idol?"
Someone in the crowd suddenly asked.
Silence.
The self-proclaimed "Big Brother" frowned. "It's unknown. In fact, even Celestial Idols are considered myths. No one's ever seen one manifest."
Then—a voice rang out clearly:
"A False Deity. Beyond a Celestial Idol… is a False Deity."
Everyone turned.
The speaker was a nondescript man with his face obscured beneath a wide conical straw hat. His presence was so unremarkable that if he hadn't spoken, no one would have noticed him.